Abrams went behind his desk and sat down. He pushed his screen to the center for Hartogg to see, and then called up some data packets from their surveillance group. The film started with a view of the airport carpark, and the woman walking quickly to a small sedan and opening the door. The image jumped from city block to block – the car approaching and driving down various streets until it left the city entirely. The images then switched to the occasional building security feed, traffic camera, and ATM, each one picking up the same car as it sped along the highways.

Hartogg leaned in. “That’s Tarver Road.”

Abrams folded his arms. “Yep, just outside of Fort Benning, and where she probably contacted Professor Kearns and the geologist, Bennet – both of them went with her.”

Hartogg nodded. “She could have made them go with her if she wanted to. She could have also killed them without blinking. But my bet is she told them something. Gave them some news that made them want to go with her.”

Abrams nodded. “That’s my assumption.”

“But what could she tell them?” Hartogg frowned at the screen images. “She’s out of the loop.”

“Unlikely.” Abrams pulled in a cheek. “Mossad has a powerful network in every country, and she’ll have tapped into that. As for what would she tell them, well, we know Matt Kearns is the only one to have read the Book, and maybe he still has an attachment to it. Maybe she told him where he can find it.”

Hartogg straightened. “She’s going after it…and Drummond.”

Abrams got to his feet. “She’ll kill him before we have a chance to interrogate him. Damnit, if someone is going to kick that guy’s ass, it should be us – especially on our soil.” He turned back to the screen. “And here’s where we pick her up again.” Once again the images of the car jumped from street to street, from corner to corner, sometimes swapping to high altitude as the satellite took over. The car finally entered a small street in Franklin, Kentucky, and then pulled over.

Hartogg chuckled softly. “She’s tracking him somehow.”

Abrams smiled tightly. “Yep, must have bugged him – kept that little bit of information from us the whole time.”

Hartogg smiled, his brows raised. “She’s good; can’t help admiring her.” His eyes slid across to Abrams. “Wish she was on our side.”

Abrams spoke through gritted teeth. “That’s just it; she is. We’re all in this shit sandwich together. If that thing breaks through to the surface, then it’s the whole goddamn world that’ll go to hell – Israel, America, Australia – the whole freaking box and dice.”

“Do we have a team on her?” Hartogg asked.

“McAllister is trying to run her down, but he wouldn’t know what to look for. And besides, unless they’ve got shoot-to-kill orders, Adira will ignore them, or send them home in body bags.” Abrams turned. “But I’m sending a team – leading it myself – a small one…one with experience.”